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Checking My Goals and Cringe

I checked on my goals that I created earlier this year, knowing the progress wasn’t going to be pretty. Then why did I do it? Several reasons came to mind.

Self-punishment addict? 

Clicked on the file by mistake?

Needed to change them entirely to make myself feel less of a failure?

Reinvigorate my motivation?

Maybe a little bit of all the above. Over the last 3 weeks, I’ve hardly reached any word count goals per day or per week. Blogging has fallen off the radar. I threw the calorie-counting out the window. And my exercise goals? Ha!

But I need to cut myself some slack. I’ve been sick. A LOT. 2012 has started off much the same as 2011 ended.  And will probably remain so as long as my son remains in preschool, thereby bringing home every ailment known to toddlers. And giving it to both his exhausted mother and over-worked father. It’s hard to go to the gym carrying an entire box of tissues and toting along my coughing, pink-eye infested son into their daycare while I hack out a lung in the middle of Zumba. Hardly health-conscious. Or attractive. (Not that women go to the gym to look attractive WHILE they’re there. Unless you’re in college.)

Which means I haven’t had much time to write. Or plot. Or think about writing. Or blog. But I’ve been able to read a bit. So here’s what I’ve been reading over the last several weeks (other than books and medication directions):

As We Were Saying…

Babbles from Scott Eagan

I Make Stuff Up from Kim Packard

Short Stories from CA Szarek

A Lucid Reality

Miss Snark’s First Victim

The Artist’s Road

The Creative Penn

Janet Reid Literary Agent

Jeff Goins

And a ga-gillion other writer/publisher/agent websites. I can’t list them all here, or you’d be stuck on my blog for hours (*wink*). Not that you’d want to go anywhere else.

Writing Delay… *pop a cough drop*

Having a toddler in preschool means I’m constantly sick. Whatever the ‘flavor of the month’ is, I get it. Most recently, it’s a full tri fecta. A mixture of sinus infection, ear infection, and pink eye.

This unpleasant combination means I don’t get to write much. Nor blog.

Nor attend my critique group meetings. Which really kills me. I love those meetings. Almost as much as I love writing. It’s one of the few adult times, just to myself, to focus on my writing and be around people who love writing, too.

But instead, I’m focusing on wiping snot bubbles from my son’s face, force-feeding medication (which involves a minimum of two adults to keep him still, infinite patience, and half a roll of paper towels), changing my goop-covered clothes every four-to-six hours, and inhaling cough drops.

And because I value the members of my critique group, I’m not attending the latest meeting to prevent spreading the germs. (Your welcome, guys!)

Meanwhile, my manuscript has remained open on my laptop, untouched, staring at me every time I lift the lid. Beckoning, whispering “only 2 chapters left.”

TWO CHAPTERS LEFT, people!!

Between my husband, myself, and our son, on average someone has been sick in our house every week the last four months. Before that, it was about one week per month. I should have bought stock in the manufacturers of tissues, cough drops, paper towels, and children’s antibiotics. With as much money as we’ve spent purchasing the products, we may have made our money back. Until we purchase the decontamination bomb to sanitize our house every week.

Hopefully, when I get 1 semi-healthy day to myself, I can finish this manuscript. It will still be the fastest I’ve completed the rough draft of any story in my life: just over 4 months. And I’ve had at least a total of a month delay due to sickness.

Now, back to snot-swiping duty. *popping another cough drop*